I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Mr. Huang was a soldier and was once a "special shooter".

"Special Shooter" is the current sniper, but to obtain this title, one needs to take an exam and be selected, and those selected are the top talents in the field of shooting.

He once carried a real gun to the battlefield, and when he was old, he carried an air gun to shoot balloons for his granddaughter.

Although the lights in the night market were bright, the boss's face was already very dark.

The boss of the stall next door stretched his head to watch the fun: "Boss Li, is this old man so powerful?"

"I'm telling you, your gun was adjusted, how come he still hit so many people?"

"There's a sniper here, I'm not kidding." The balloon stall owner's face turned pale.

He had just filled a wall with balloons before Uncle Huang came, and now most of them have been burst.

"I think you'll have to pay for it tonight. Teacher Li, you'll just have to wish yourself the best if you run into a tough guy." The owner of the sandbag stand next door gloated.

"Don't laugh, it will be your turn soon."

Boss Li secretly thought that this was not good. The balloons on his stall were fixed with wooden strips with grooves carved on the strips. The balloons were tied and stuck in the grooves.

Some unstable ones will be blown away by the wind.

Uncle Huang didn't even let go of those flying in the air. He shot them one by one, blowing them up in mid-air.

"A moving target is okay? This guy is a tough one. He must have used the real thing before, right?" The boss next door even gave up his stall and came over to watch.

Huang's granddaughter Ningning jumped up and down with joy: "Come on, Grandpa! Grandpa is the best!"

This sound was like a death warrant for the boss.

As soon as the child opened his mouth, Mr. Huang wanted to take away all the stuffed toys on the stall and pretended to ask for another 10 yuan worth of bullets.

"Little boy, you want Pikachu, right? Come in and take it home." The boss waved at Ningning and opened the partition to welcome her in.

"Pikachu is for you, do you want this Mickey Mouse?"

"There are also little rabbits, puppies, and kittens... take whichever one you like."

"When you're done, tell your grandfather that you're tired and want to go home and sleep."

The boss coaxed the child in a gentle voice.

If Grandpa Huang continued to fight, he would just hand over the stall to someone else.

If I can coax the child, the problem will be easy for me.

Ningning got Pikachu and was happily carried on Grandpa Huang's shoulders.

The balloon stall owner wiped his cold sweat as he saw the grandparents and grandchildren off, then quietly packed up his stall and prepared to leave.

"Brother Li, why are you leaving so early today? You don't even want to make money." The owner of the sandbag stall took the opportunity to add insult to injury.

The two stalls are competitors, and the boss feels happy to see his rival suffer a defeat.

Before he finished laughing, he heard Ningning pointing at the doll on his stall and saying to Grandpa Huang, "Grandpa, I want this."

The owner of the sandbag stall felt that he laughed too early. He should have left with the owner of the balloon stall.

……

Uncle Feng and Uncle Huang have a connection. They are not only classmates in the writing class, but also in the suona class.

Grandpa Huang happily went to the senior citizen university with the little red flower stamp Ningning had given him, and showed off to his classmate Uncle Feng: "Look, this is what my granddaughter stamped for me."

"Oh, I forgot that you don't have such a good granddaughter."

"Have you seen the picture of my granddaughter? She's so cute."

Uncle Huang's face lit up and he looked very happy.

Ningning is cute and sweet-spoken, and she is always envied by her peers whenever she is taken out.

There is a saying: "The Hermes of grandparents is a grandchild who can move and talk."

Two-thirds of Mr. Huang and his wife’s circle of friends are Ningning, and the remaining one-third are Ningning’s childhood friends.

Uncle Feng is used to it. He has no grandchildren, but his son brought home a cat two years ago. Now the cat has changed from his son's cat to his cat.

The two people were taking a suona class, and the suona teacher was a man of their age, a 65-year-old teacher named Mr. Qu.

Teacher Qu makes money for the school and spends it.

He teaches suona at the senior citizens' university, and in his spare time he signed up for other courses at the university.

So normally you can't find him in the office. He goes to classrooms for other classes such as Chinese painting, vocal music, and square dance.

There are many teachers in Evergreen who are the same age as the uncles and aunts: Teacher Han in the modeling class and Teacher Wei in the erhu class.

Teacher Wei is the one who taught Uncle Li the erhu last semester. He was so angry at Uncle Li's "Horse Racing" performance in the final exam that he got up at four in the morning to write a short essay to complain about it.

His class and that of Teacher Qu are next to each other.

Teacher Qu can now empathize with Teacher Wei’s breakdown.

He is old and has no energy to take care of children and art exam candidates, so he wants to find a leisurely job.

The students at the senior citizens' university are of the same age as him, so they should be able to communicate easily.

However, Teacher Qu now really feels that they don’t understand what he is saying.

At the beginning of the class, we were asked to learn "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix". However, it has been more than a month now and some people can't even produce a single note.

There are still some people who cannot tell the difference between the front and the back, and they use the big-mouthed end to hit their faces every day.

Let them play "The Birth of the Monkey King", and the tune can be changed into "Something happens to the Monkey King".

It was originally a highway to heaven, but it was blown into a narrow path, and in the end it even blew itself up to make itself angry. It took it a long time to recover from the blow.

Teacher Qu thought that if students learn slowly, they can just learn slowly, but this group of people have a positive attitude towards learning.

Every day they need Teacher Qu to "coax" them to practice the music.

Teacher Qu feels that if he works for a while longer, he can take the exam to become a kindergarten teacher at the age of 65.

In order to re-establish his image as a strict teacher, Teacher Qu entered the classroom with a stern face.

"Whatever you say, you're always smiling."

"Is the tune ready?"

"Have you mastered the fingering technique?"

"I'm still making the same mistakes now. How many times do I have to make them before I can remember them?"

Uncle Feng was just baring his teeth as he was telling Uncle Feng about the "Rainbow Boy"'s apprenticeship yesterday when he suddenly felt a sharp gaze.

Teacher Qu was staring at him and said quietly, "Student Feng, don't be so playful."

"Look down and see what you brought to class."

Uncle Feng lowered his head and realized that what he was holding was not a suona, but a trumpet belonging to some classmate in the Western music class.

There are two more sad people in the senior citizens’ university.